you know how you can tell you're really effed when you're sick? when liquid nyquil doesn't touch your symptoms.
the sweet liquid gold that is nyquil green has not put a dent in the misery that is my feverish life and i'm irritated. i'm tired of being a snot faucet. i need to sleep but can't lay down without recognizing, through a failed attempt at using a neti-pot, the familiar trickle of something slimy down my throat.
(that's what she said)
dear a-rod,
i do not care that you injected yourself with godknowswhat for godknowshowlong. in fact, in an economy where people are losing their jobs and homes every day, i cannot for the life of me figure out why your story has made the first 10 minutes of the news. you made hundreds of millions of dollars for being a giant roid rage ball so give the money back. just give it back to the rangers so they can put a roof on their stadium. the goal being an attendance surpassing 34 for games in july/august/september.
you're a douchebag,
- amie
c'mon nyquil, just put me to sleep. mama needs a nap!
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